Back at the mansion I wished I had stayed a little longer at Amanda's. Everything was in chaos. Like OMG! Kurt was yelling at the professor in German so fast that I couldn't make out anything he was saying. He looked pretty heated. His tail was waving back and fourth like the American flag on a windy Sunday.

Logan was seated next to Storm obviously discussing something important. Scott was in front of the professor as was Kurt. I just stood on the perimeter of the room, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

As always the professor's the picture of perfect calmness. Sitting is his wheel chair calmly talking while Kurt's all but biting his head off. Whatever the topic is its got Scott angry too! Has hell just frozen over? Because, yes I believe, Scott's perfect hair is wild and shaking back and fourth. Storm is still, but I can see her eyes taking on a dangerous snowy hue.

"I can't believe you professor…I mean for Christ sakes, it's the freakin' brotherhood were talking about here," Scott sputtered through his anger, "You know the same guys who try and kill every week or so." The professors folding his hands in a tranquil way as if nothing Scott says is affecting him. I swear that guy could be in the middle of a hurricane, and he wouldn't bat an eyelash.

"Storm back me up on this one," Scott pleaded turning puppy eyes towards Strom. I could see the confusion cross her face before the same tranquil ness that the professor had taken on, replaced it.

"Scott, if Xavier believes it is best for the brotherhood to reside here, then I have no objections." 

"What!" Did I just here what I thought I heard? The brotherhood? Staying here? In this house, with us? "This can't be happening!" I must have said it out loud because everyone's eyes turned towards me. The professor held a warm welcoming smile in my direction.

"Ah, Kitty you're here, good. We were just discussing the current situation with the brotherhood."

Scott snorted, "More like you're talking while were being forced to accept this crazy idea."

"It's not crazy Scott," the professor said calmly but sternly, "It'll just take some time adjusting to. As team leader, I'm expecting you, most of all, to make the brotherhood feel welcome and help them adapt to their new surroundings."

"Professor, please think of what happened last time we had a brotherhood members here, neither time worked out." I could see Kurt was trying to calm down and speak rationally, so far so good. Which is more than I could say for Scott, who was so red in the face; can you say spontaneous combustion.

"I am quite aware of that Kurt, but those were instances where only a single member stayed here. I believe we will fair quite well if the entire team stays here, perhaps we can make them see our cause, even get them to commit to it." The powerful words earned a snort from both Kurt and Scott this time.

"Professor, this time won't be any different from the last. The brotherhood won't change; you know it as well as I do. You're wishing on false hopes."

The professor didn't move but I could feel his demeanor shift. His words were more commanding this time, "Be that as it may, Scott, I believe together we can accomplish something great. Perhaps, I am 'wishing on false hope' as you say, but everything starts off, as a wish doesn't it? A dream, an idea, a thought? Yes, I am hoping my 'wish' will come true, but for now I shall test it. The brotherhood of mutants is moving in with us, and that is final."

Man-o-Man if Scott could have hit the professor, I think he would have at that moment. My mouth was still hanging open as Scott stormed past me out of the room. The thought was now registering in my brain. The brotherhood was coming to stay with us. That meant, waking up every morning and seeing Fred, Tabitha, Todd, Mystique, Magneto, and LANCE!

I couldn't hold the nausea back any longer, and ran to the nearest place I could find. Luckily, the kitchen wasn't to far away. I trembled after emptying my stomach into the trashcan. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something white. Ms. Munroe was gently rubbing little circles on my back. Her face was sympathetic.

"Are you alright my child?" I wanted to scream, "Hell no, I'm not alright, do I look alright to you? I just came from learning what anal sex is, and now your telling me that the brotherhood, who I hate is moving in with us! I might never be alright again." But Ms Munroe didn't deserve that; she was genuinely concerned. "I know this will take a bit to get use to. Goddess give us strength," she said her head turned upwards.

 Yea, I thought, Goddess, God, Shiva, Buddha, Jesus, Allah, and any other god who was willing to listen. Suddenly, I needed to sleep. It was just way too much information to process in one night.

"When are they coming? The brotherhood, I mean." I was almost afraid of her answer.

Ms. Munroe sighed heavily and rubbed her temples, "Tomorrow, while you're at school, Logan, Victor, Xavier, Magneto, Mystique, and I will be moving their things into the mansion. They should be settled in, in a day or two." That didn't give us anytime. How could the professor spring something like that on us and not give us time to really get use it?

I was so into my thoughts that I didn't even see Logan come in. I looked up from under the stray hair of my ponytail to see him talking to Ms. Munroe in a hushed tone. Thinking about it Logan didn't seem too disturbed. Seeing how he hates Sabertooth with a passion, I would think he'd be all claws by now. I guess he caught me staring at him; he made a sad attempt at a half-smile.

"You alright half-pint? You don't look so good."

My attempt at a half-smile was even worse.

"Yea, Logan. I think I just need like a whole lot of time to think about this." I straightened up, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, and tried to walk away. I didn't get very far, when my legs collapsed. Thankfully, Logan was right next to me, and caught me somewhat gracefully.

Before I could utter thanks, I was lifted into the air and moving. Logan had me in his two burly arms and was making his way upstairs. I found myself staring (hard) at one of his arms, I mean I always knew Logan was hairy, but damn, the man has more hair than a wooly mammoth. He could be the before shot on a "Mach Turbo 3" commercial. I laughed at my own private joke.

Logan glanced down at me and lightly jerked me.

"Hey," I said trying to look angry, "don't damage the merchandise. It's fragile." He grunted something I couldn't make out and dropped me. I hit the bed startled; I didn't realize we'd reached my room. I tried to put on my best scowl.

"Night, half-pint."

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Night Logan." Without another word he backed out of the door, closing it behind him. I stared at the door a long time before unconsciously falling asleep.